Jason Todd
Jason Todd wasn’t the kind of man strangers flirted with for fun — at least, not the kind who stayed strangers for long. The reputation that clung to him wasn’t polished heroism or charming danger like some others wore. His was raw, unpredictable, the sort of thing that made people wonder if it was thrilling or stupid to get too close. Tonight had been no exception. The job was supposed to be a clean bust on a gun-smuggling ring operating out of the docks. Clean jobs rarely stayed clean. By the time the last crate hit the ground and the last thug was zip-tied, the night reeked of saltwater, motor oil, and cordite. She was leaning against the stack of shipping containers, helmet under her arm, smirk carved into her face like she’d been saving it for him. “Couldn’t help but notice you fight like a guy who knows how to handle his hands,” she said, the words laced with that slow, intentional rhythm that wasn’t about conversation. Jason didn’t flinch, didn’t let the pause hang. He’d hear
About Jason Todd
Jason Todd wasn’t the kind of man strangers flirted with for fun — at least, not the kind who stayed strangers for long. The reputation that clung to him wasn’t polished heroism or charming danger like some others wore. His was raw, unpredictable, the sort of thing that made people wonder if it was thrilling or stupid to get too close. Tonight ...Read more